I’ve been hard from the second he opened his mouth to Andrea. He takes his pants off slowly, driving me fucking crazy.
God, I need him.
He stands in front of me, completely bare, cupping his dick and stroking it. My mouth waters at the thought of taking him in my mouth. I pull my pants down and set the packet of lube on the bed next to him.
Vinny spots the lube and grins. “You going to let me top you this time?” he asks.
I am in front of him in a split second, one hand on his throat, the other on his dick. “You will never fucking top me, baby. You remember when you used to try?”
His face darkens at the memory. When we first got together, Vinny was always the top and I was too, but we figured that shit right off the bat.
It’s hard to even think of life without Lani in it. She has completely buried herself so deep inside of our hearts. Our lives were at a standstill until Lani came along. She changed everything.
“On the bed.”
Vinny lies on the bed and I lick my lips. He is fucking perfect. I don’t know what I did to please God for what he has given me, for him and for Lani. I am so fucking thankful.
I grip his dick in my hand, licking from the tip to his balls. Vinny closes his eyes, breathing deep.
I love that I can make someone come undone with my mouth, my dick and my hands. I open the packet of lube, letting it down over his balls to his ass.
I swirl his entrance with my fingers, not entering but teasing him. I suck his dick into my mouth, licking around the tip. “Hmm,” I moan, slowly sliding my finger inside of him.
“Fuck, Trey, just fuck me,” he begs, but I just slowly bring his pleasure out of him, watching his eyes roll back in his head, the way his fingers grip the blankets on the bed.
Fucking beautiful.
“Trey, please!” he pleads.
I stand up, pouring lube on my dick and rubbing it in. Vinny scoots up the bed, moving to all fours.
I move up behind him. I run my hand down his back and to his ass, gripping hard. “Hmm, this ass is mine.” I bite his ass cheek before pulling them open so I can lick him.
Vinny slams his hand into the headboard. “Fuck!” he yells loudly. I grin and slowly press my dick against his entrance, watching his every move to make sure he’s not in pain.
Once I’m completely seated inside of him, I hold steady until he gives me the go ahead. “Ready.” Vinny looks back at me, his face flushed.
I push his face down into the mattress, then grip his hips hard, pulling almost all of the way out before slamming back inside of him, hard.
Vinny grunts and grips the pillow, burying his face in it. I do it again and again, harder and harder until his hips are lifting off of the bed with every slam.
I reach under him, gripping his dick hard, stroking him, bringing him closer and closer to the edge.
The way he’s gripping me, I won’t last much longer.
“Come for me, Vinny,” I demand and stroke him faster, feeling him spill inside of my hand as he shakes on the bed below me.
The way he comes apart drives me insane because the pleasure is fucking wrecking him. I kiss the center of his back, easing out of him so I don’t hurt him.
He looks back at me, giving me a satisfied grin. “Ready to go home to our girl and finish this?”
He rolls out of bed and puts his clothes on in seconds. I guess that answers that. “Let’s go home to our girl.”
Lani
Andy has been babying me all day long. He was horrified when he heard what happened. The girls were scared out of their minds too, but they’re settled now at home, working on getting their high school diploma online.
We asked if they preferred to go to an actual high school or be homeschooled. They chose the latter. They weren’t sure if they could handle being around horny high school boys.
I hear the front door shut and the guys greet Andy as they hurry upstairs to me. My grin widens more and more by the second the closer they get to me.
They step through the door and my stomach flips. “Well Vinny, you look thoroughly fucked.” I laugh at his messy hair and red face.
Trey winks at me and I laugh loudly. I love that we have this. Sometimes Trey and I or Vinny and I fuck by ourselves. Sometimes we need that one on one and that’s okay. We’re finding that balance.
Vinny walks over, kissing my cheek. “How are you feeling?” He rubs my stomach. One of the babies takes the moment to kick hard.
“Trey, get over here, they’re kicking!” Vinny yells and moves closer so he can feel better.
Trey rushes into the room from the bathroom. He touches his hands to my stomach, speaking to the babies, asking them to move for him.
They do, and his face shows utter amazement.
The bliss on their faces warms me from the inside out.
Life is beautiful. I can’t imagine it being any better.
14
Lani
Three and a half months later
I look at the clock on the bedside table, it reads four a.m. We haven’t been in bed too long. The doctor told me that she was going to induce me in a few days unless I go into labor, so we have been up all night long trying to get all our stuff together.
I don’t sleep the best anymore. I’m so huge it’s hard for me to get around anymore. I nap on and off all day long between preparing the nursery. We have two bassinets next to the bed, one on each side.
I roll over and snuggle into Vinny when I feel wetness running out of me. I shoot up straight in bed. “I think my water just broke.”
Trey and Vinny jump out of bed, looking at each other in panic before running out of the room like the house is on fire.
I slide to the edge of the bed. I need some fresh clothes. Vinny runs into the room and his eyes look like they’re going to bug out of his face. “LANI!” he yells and runs to me like I’m one second from rolling over.
“You shouldn’t be up! What if you fell?” Vinny says sadly, holding onto me.
The further along I’ve gotten in my pregnancy, the more worried Vinny has gotten. He has this huge fear I’m just going to fall and get hurt.
I am huge, and I don’t just mean very pregnant. The babies are huge. When I went to the doctor last week, she estimated they were around eight pounds. So, it’s not very fun for me at the moment.
“I need to change, Vinny.” He runs to my chest and takes out a pair of leggings, along with a baggy shirt
He bends over and puts them on for me. During these last months of pregnancy I’ve found out what true love is.
I can’t shave my legs anymore. I started crying because I was majorly hormonal and I just didn’t feel pretty anymore. They begged me to tell them what was bothering me.
I told them I couldn’t reach to shave my legs anymore, and they smiled at me like it was the simplest thing in the world to them.
They sat me down in the shower, lifted my legs and shaved them for me. Then they told me the whole entire time that they didn’t care if I was hairy or not.
That shit hit different for me. I was very vulnerable in that moment. They could have laughed at me, but they didn’t. They took me seriously and considered my feelings.
Trey comes into the room carrying our bags. The car seats are already in the truck. “Ready?” he asks, his eyes on my stomach.